Too Good An Actor

ARYA’S POV "Shh, baby, please. Please stop crying." Dante's wails filled the small bedroom, piercing and desperate. I rocked him gently, pressing my hand to his forehead for the hundredth time in the past hour. It was still burning hot. "I know you don't feel good, sweet boy. I know." My voice cracked with exhaustion and fear. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how to help you." He has been fussy all morning, but in the last few hours, it had escalated to inconsolable screaming. His tiny face was flushed red, his body radiating heat that terrified me. This wasn't normal fussiness. Something was definitely wrong and I suspected it was high fever. Another part of me suspected that it was because he was cooped up in this room with no fresh air or sunlight. Another piercing wail broke through my train of thoughts and I jumped, gently bouncing him on my arm. "Please, Dante.” I whispered, my heart tightening painfully. “Please, I don’t know what to do." The lock on the door clicked, and I immedi